THE ALCHEMIST. BY BEN JONSON. PROLOGUE. FORTUNE, that favours fools, these two short hours We wish away; both for your sakes and ours, No country's mirth is better than our own. And which have still been subject, for the rage Did never aim to grieve, but better men; They are so natural follies, but so shown, THE ARGUMENT. The sickness hot, a master quit, for fear, Sub. Thy worst. I fart at thee. Sub. Since, by my means, translated suburb captain. Face. By your means, doctor Dog? Sub. Within man's memory, All this I speak of. Face. Why, I pray you, have I Dol. Ha' you your wits? Why, gentlemen! Been countenanced by you? or you by me? for love Do but collect, sir, where I met you first. Face. Not of this, I think it, But I shall put you in mind, sir: at Pye-Corner, Face. When you went pinned up in the seve- You'd raked, and picked from dung-hills, before day, Your feet in mouldy slippers, for your kibes, Face. When all your alchemy, and your al- Your minerals, vegetals, and animals, A house to practise in Sub. Your master's house. Of coz'ning with a hollow cole, dust, scrapings, Face. Where you have studied the more thri- Erecting figures in your rows of houses, ving skill Of bawdry since. Sub. Yes, in your master's house. You and the rats here kept possession. Make it not strange. I know you were one could keep The buttry-hatch still locked, and save the chippings, Sell the dole-beer to aqua-vite men, The which, together with your Christmas vails, Face. You might talk softlier, rascal. Sub. No, you scarabe, I'll thunder you in pieces. I will teach you Thou vermin, have I ta'en thee out of dung, Sublimed thee, and exalted thee, and fixed thee Would you be gone now? Dol. Gentlemen, what mean you? Will you mar all? Sub. Slave, thou hadst had no name- To all mankind but laundresses and tapsters, Dol. Do you know who hears you, sovereign? Face. Sirrah Dol. Nay, general, I thought you were civil- loud. Sub. And hang thyself, I care not. And all thy pots and pans, in picture I will, Dol. O, this'll o'erthrow all. And taking in of shadows with a glass, Dol. Are you sound? Ha' you your senses, masters? A book, but barely reckoning thy impostures, Your own destructions, gentlemen ? For lying too heavy o' the basket. We are ruined! lost! ha' you no more regard Have yet some care of me, o' your republic- The statute of sorcery, tricesimo tertio, [She catches out FACE's sword, and breaks And you, sir, with your menstrue, gather it up. You will accuse him? You will bring him in The venter tripartite? all things in common? Face. Write thee up bawd in Paul's; have all Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too, thy tricks And take my part, and quit you. Face. 'Tis his fault, He ever murmurs, and objects his pains, Dol. How does it? do not we Sustain our parts? Sub. Yes, but they are not equal. Dol. Why, if your part succeed to-day, I hope Ours may to-morrow match it. Sub. Ay, they may. Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards now: Dol. A fine young quodling. My lawyer's clerk, I lighted on last night Dol. May, murmuring mastiff? ay, and do. (I told you of him) a familiar, Death on me! Help me to throttle him. Sub. Dorothy, mistress Dorothy, O'ds precious, I'll do any thing. What do you mean? Dol. Because o' your fermentation and cibation? Sub. Not I, by Heaven Dol. Your Sol and Luna-help me. Sub. Would I were hanged then. I'll conform myself. Dol. Will you, sir? do so then, and quickly : To rifle with at horses, and win cups. Sub. Stay. Who shall do't? Your robes on. I will meet him, as going out. Fuce. Not be seen; away. Seem you very reserved. I Face. Good be wi' you, sir. pray you, let him know that I was here. His name is Dapper. I would gladly have staid, but SCENE II. Enter DAPPER. Dap. Captain. I am here. Face. Who's that? He's come, I think, doctor. Dap. In truth, I'm very sorry, captain. I'd a scurvy writ or two to make, And I had lent my watch last night to one Of my pastime Is this the cunning man ? Dap. Is he a doctor? Face. Faith, he does make the matter, sir, so dainty, I know not what to say Dap. Not so, good captain. Face. Would I were fairly rid on't, believe me. I dare assure you I'll not be ungrateful. Dap. Read? he was an ass, Face. Nay, hear me, sir. You know the law Dap. I should, sir, and the danger. Dap. And will I tell, then? By this hand of ↑ flesh, Would it might never write good court-hand more, Face. What's that? Dap. The Turk was here- As one would say, do you think I am a Turk? Face. I'll tell the doctor so. Dup. Do, good sweet captain. Face. Come, noble doctor, 'pray thee, let's prevail. This is the gentleman, and he is no Chiause. answer. I would do much, sir, for your love--But this I neither may nor can. Face. Tut, do not say so. You deal now with a noble fellow, doctor. Let that, sir, move you. Sub. Pray you, forbear— Face. Doctor, wherein? To tempt you with these spirits? Sub. To tempt my art and love, sir, to my peril. 'Fore Heaven, I scarce can think you are my friend, That so would draw me to apparent danger. Face. I draw you? A horse draw you, and a halter, You, and your flies together Dup. Nay, good captain. Face. That know no difference of men. Face. Good deeds, sir, Doctor Dog's-meat. 'Slight, I bring you No cheating Clim-o'the-cloughs, or Claribels, Dap. Captain. Face. Nor any melancholic under-scribe Shall tell the vicar: but a special gentle, That is the heir to forty marks a-year, Consorts with the small poets of the time, Is the sole hope of his old grandmother, That knows the law, and writes you six fair hands, Is a fine clerk, and has his cyphering perfect, Will take his oath o' th' Greek Zenophon, If need be, in his pocket; and can court His mistress out of Ovid. Dap. Nay, dear captain. Face. Did you not tell me so so? Dap. Yes, but I'd ha' you Use Master Doctor with some more respect. Face. Hang him, proud stag, with his broad velvet head. But, for your sake, I'd choak, ere I would change Sub. Pray you, let me speak with you. Sub. Why, sir Face. No whispering. Sub. 'Fore Heaven, you do not apprehend the loss You do yourself in this. Face. Wherein? for what? Sub. Marry, to be so importunate for one, -Sub. Yes: and blow up gamester after gamester, As they do crackers in a puppet-play. Give you him all your play for; never set him: Face. You're mistaken, doctor. Why, he does ask one but for cups, and horses, Sub. I told you so. Face. 'Slight, that's a new business! I understood you, a tame bird to fly Twice in a term, or so; on Friday nights, When you had left the office; for a nag Of forty or fifty shillings. Dap. Ay, 'tis true, sir, But I do think now I shall leave the law, And therefore Face. Why, this changes quite the case! D’you think that I dare move himn ? Dap. If you please, sir; All's one to him, I see. Face. What! for that money I cannot with my conscience. Make the request, methinks. Dap. No, sir, I mean To add consideration. Fuce. Why, then, sir, ? Nor should you I'll try. Say that it were for all games, doctor? Sub. I say, then, not a mouth shall eat for hin At any ordinary, but o'the score, That is a gaming mouth, conceive me. Face. Indeed! |